An afternoon steeped in sentimentality – just a minute during a fine day. The hometown I long for is a utopia, one that I see when I dream. Forgetful lies, and improper emotions – They are the flames of an unfading vengeful spirit, who schemes in this world

It was like that before I was born. Its flames were warm, and it passed by, interfering with no one. If anything and everything can be saved through just praying, then the task is to cross over. Another superstition. From low to low – a plain image. Whilst arguing, those babies wave their fins and tails around. If so… hah! You’ll give yourself up to doing nothing, and your starting road is the end.

We spoke about everything, didn’t we? And now, what was the punishment I received? Sick from annoying love, I succumbed to two gashes. The bandages wind round and round. Look – we get a motion. Asking questions while playing tag. Beyond the thick shadows, the leaves stir, hidden in the clouds, Because a fragment of light somewhere in your heart is shining.

In a dream-like state, my numb fingers gently melt away. The moment I step into tomorrow, I fall down. Never again! This is a story of how I flew out of my birdcage. “Ready… go!” I cry. “Please, cross over that rainbow!”

Through the heat of the fever that blocked my path, I took the form of a human. Eternity cut up and scattered the darkness. It’s not eternity anymore! This is a story of how I flew out of my birdcage. “Ready… go!” I cry. “I’ll shatter the sky!”

When we do something, why does it end? What is good, and what is bad? Human emotions. I find comfort in flat drinks, And lockjaw breaks out In the middle of speaking. I can no longer form words. Yes, if I can delightfully carry something Suddenly born inside me, Then I feel like I won’t be able to understand a part of myself anymore.

That’s enough! Don’t laugh at me. Don’t mess with me. I face someone who drily laughs at me. No matter how many times I say it, it seems like they think this is a game of tag. “I hate you!” I sulk, before the sun sets. I’m blunt. I must be such an idiot. “I’m sorry.” I tilt my ears to the festival band, and stamp my feet. When our hands are linked, you don’t look sad, So you, the stagehand who I got close to, stretches out. You look just a little grown-up. Struck by freedom, I loiter beneath the sky.

We sway together for a long, long time. We’re at the end of our journey. You’re not there, reflected in the mirror, anymore. Only the shattered fragments of the past remain. So, how should I live? I’ll aim for the summit. The key must have already opened the door. The world keeps turning, as expected. The wings on your back already started moving, long ago.

In a dream-like state, my numb fingers gently melt away. The moment I step into tomorrow, I fall down. Never again! This is a story of how I flew out of my birdcage. “Ready… go!” I cry. “Please, cross over that rainbow!”

Through the heat of the fever that blocked my path, I took the form of a human. Eternity cut up and scattered the darkness. It’s not eternity anymore! This is a story of how I flew out of my birdcage. “Ready… go!” I cry. “I’ll shatter the sky!”

You, whose feelings change like the seasons, will not stop loving the world. Waiting to see your opponent’s move in a game of rock-paper-scissors doesn’t suit you! Yes, the moment I noticed it, the moment it changed, I suffered from an acute disease. The coloured sky, the buried blankness, painful love.

In a dream-like state, my numb fingers gently melt away. The moment I step into tomorrow, I fall down. Never again! This is a story of how I flew out of my birdcage. “Ready… go!” I cry. “Please, cross over that rainbow!”

Through the heat of the fever that blocked my path, I took the form of a human. Eternity cut up and scattered the darkness. It’s not eternity anymore! This is a story of how I flew out of my birdcage. “Ready… go!” I cry. “Give off the palpitations of this acute disease!”